Luyện nghe bài hát Some L.A. Niggas

Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in this
(West y'all)
Yeah, L.A.
L.A. rule the world nigga
niggas gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin?
Niggas don't wanna peep game,
But this shit come all the way back here
My nigga Dre, droppin' box on y'all bitch-ass
Yaknahmsayin? You gotta
L.A. niggas, connected all the motherfucking world, nigga
this; peep game

Now in my younger days I to sport a rag
Backpack of cans plus a four-four mag
G'd up the feet up
Blue'd up from the shoe up's how I up
Loc'n, smokin' and til we threw up (threw up)
At Park, taggin', hittin' fools up
Ditching my class, to fuck yo' school up
You wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' tool up
But don't sleep, niggas quick to shoot you
Now there's another motherfucker with no
But Time Bomb much when I maneuver, dope like Cuba
Got em jumpin Disciples to the

I'm coming "Straight Outta Compton" with a cannon
Smoke big green, call it Banner
Watch manners, at last another blast from the top notch
From way back the pop rocks, I pop lock witcha
Picture this, Dr. Dre wit Tha Liks
And bought a fix
Don't trip, it's a Time Bomb in this
Here it tick tick tick tick
Wait a minute it's on, I it like a true mackadelic
and cocaine sold separate, check it
From sundown to -- clown and run up
The be two in your gut, nigga what?

We roll deep, smoke on drink and pack heat
Requirements for each day in L.A.!
It don't stop, we still in hot pursuit from the cops
Analyze why we act way in L.A.!

Gimme mic fool, it's a West coast jack move
They call me Hitt cause I spit like do
me back
Bust for my max crew, at Fairfax
Who used to wear Air Max shoes, that's
But I up where niggas jack you, harass you
you, for that set you claim (where you from?)
Mash on you for Turkish chain, C.K. B.K
up or flame, I ran wit a gang
I helped niggas get, for they Dana Dane's
My hang below my waistline
I look humble wanna (yeah yeah)
I bang though, like Carter from the baseline
Don't my time
a scrap in killa Cali, AK's and 9's
One-time's, sun-shines, and bitches
Hawaiian Thai, drive-bys, six-fo's on

I was in the hood called WHAT-THE-DIF'
Where the in the hood, refused to go Hollywood
for the fuck of it
Anybody on us can suck a dick
If I catch you touching mine you a flat-line, dead on the floor
Better than yours, driving away gettin' head from a
It's
with me might get you banned from TV
Cassette and CD it's all mine the whole the right time
Multiply, we don't die, the streets lie
What, so neither do I, I'm bad for your
Like puttin' a pistol up to your and blastin' yourself

Five in the mornin', at my do'
Glock forty-five in my drawer
Let 'em in BLAOW he see the thunder roll
Roll niggas, who buy fifths by the fo'
And by the case
SLAP YOU in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre
Likwit Kings wit Sedans and rings
Haters fold the style, but find no openings

We roll deep, smoke on weed and pack heat
Requirements for survival day in L.A.!
It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit the cops
Analyze why we act way in L.A.!

In L.A

how we ride